August 15, 2009


by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Lost my touch on you,

now wandering streets looking for your twin,
never going to find your equal,
I'll settle for someone less,

taking your memories,
painting them all over her,
squeezing the sounds of you out of her,

ready for a slow slap of her hand,
twist of her nails in my flesh,
wilting under me...

She is not you.


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